This here is all there is.
This running for trains, this waiting for texts, this looking for words.
Have faith in those that cross your path, or else get a dog and admire
his effortless happiness. Take him for walks and throw him sticks and marvel
at his capacity for retrieval. Rejoice in his simple and undeserved love and wipe
away the tears you might have wept.
Forget the soothing things they tell you. It isn’t a matter of perspective, nor can it
be breathed away. It is always you and who you were and who you will yet be.
This here is all there is.